Let me tell you
something about
the process of
unloving
the love for love.

You die each day.
A little more than tomorrow.
A little less than yesterday!

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My Brief Autobiography -

When I was one,
I would kick my mother
out of the bed.
When I was two,
I would jump out of a mat
and asked my mother
to clap.

When I was three,
I thought
one knelt not to touch the feet
but footwears of elders,
so whenever I saw
a lay chappal or a shoe,
I would pay my deepest regards
to the cobbler who sewed.

(Continued in caption)

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Dear crush,
Part - 3

Teri baatey sun kar teri aawaz mai behak jaate hai

tera chehra Dekh kar teri aakho mai bhatak jaate hai..........

Tujhse ishq ek tarfa hi sahi lekin bada sacha kar baithe hai

Magar bas tu rutth na jaae iss daar se kuch keh nahi paate hai

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The moment I saw her
I didn't like her
For, she came across as arrogant
Maybe I misunderstood
She was just confident
NOW READ IT BACKWARDS

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I was still happy
After being ripped apart
Re-breaking all the pieces of my heart
Abandoning all the love digging under my soul
Feeling like a fish of a dried bowl
I tried to survive from the drowning shore
The life was getting emptied from the core
The haziness was all around my eyes
The sweet memories were singing goodbyes
The happiness of mine was being ignored
I was looking like a girl too bored
No, one noticed the emptiness I carried
I was living the reality that was buried
I went unnoticed, the smile was my mask
People barely can see my hidden scars
The answer was always yes, no matter what
Am I happy with my life, if they ask ?

(Now read from bottom to top)

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Dear Ex,
Part- 3

WO baat ko saadiyoo bit gaye
Abb ubhar bhi chuka hu unn dard ki ghadiyo se......

Jhaak kar dekha tha kal dil apna
Tum nazar bhi nahi aayi mere dil ki gaalioo mai

Ek baat smjh nahi aati mujhko ki tera WO crush zyda pyaara tha

Yaa fir kuch kaamiyaa reh gayi mere ishq ki nazariiyoo mai???????

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I erase your touch
from my body
and find it spilled
all over my hands
like blood.

Forgetting love
is no less than
murder.

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Let me be the muse
for your tonight's poetry.
Eternity laid before us,
blooming the stars
on our tongue.
I, on the other side
delve into the sublimity
holding stardust
in the deadlocks
of my unexplored horizon.

(Read Caption)

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I see the paint
that has started
to peel off the wall;
leaving a scar,
visible for
all to see.
The wall only
has ears that's
why my room doesn't
flood, or else
I'd have drowned
by now

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जहाँ चाँद हो पर,
रोशनी नहीं।
जहाँ काले बादल बरसों,
इंतज़ार करते हो बरसने का।
जहाँ सूर्य सिर्फ सूर्यास्त,
के समय नज़र आता हो।
जहाँ नदियाँ ठहर कर,
भूल गयी हों बहना।
जहाँ पक्षी आकाश छोड़कर,
केवल डाल पर नज़र आएं।
जहाँ फूल मुरझाकर भी,
ना गिर पाएं शाख से।
और घास सारी,
नीली पड़ गयी हो।

यदि मिले तुम्हें कोई,
ऐसा भूभाग,
तुम समझ जाना,
वह उदास प्रेमिकाओं की,
बस्ती है।

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